Many moons ago when I lived in London, I stumbled upon a random house party with a group of mates.
It was the early hours of the morning and I don’t think anyone was being their best self. 😂
My friend looked over at a guy we didn’t know and instantly judged him, saying how boring he looked.
I told her not to judge a book by its cover (after all, it was around 6am!) and to go over to him and ask;
“What’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to you?”
She was soon totally engrossed in conversation with him!
They spoke for ages before she came back to tell us the story.
Cannot for the life of me remember it, but the moral of the story is don’t judge a book by its cover!
The cover might be boring, old, tatty or whatever.
It’s the story inside that’s important.
Ask more interesting questions.
Everyone has a story.
Catcha on the flip side, where we like to read books.
